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It’s time I admitted it. No longer can I hide behind a facade, but I must face life as what I truly am. I am an Egalitarian.
It’s true. Really, most of you who know me are probably asking why this is a new revelation, since most of you have believed it for years already. But until recently, I had a hard time embracing that concept, embracing what I actually believed instead of what I had been raised (intentionally or unintentionally) to believe. (Gracious, I still have a hard time saying it.)
More than that, I find that a large number of the papers I write are on the topic of gender roles in some capacity. I try to insist that I detest this topic, yet I pick paper topic after paper topic about women in ministry or gender roles in marriage… No one forces it on me; I choose them quite willingly. It is clear to me that something inside of me craves this topic, craves what I find to be true: that God designed and desires women to be equal with men not just in essence but in ability. (There are, and will always be, functional differences, mostly relating to nature and biology, but I am not speaking of these.)
I am writing my first egalitarian flavored paper, where I have allowed myself to be rid of complementarian overtones and to speak from Scripture as I truly see it. It is for my Ethics class, so I get to come at the topic of women in ministry not just from a Scriptural viewpoint, but from a Christian, ethical viewpoint.
I think this is a good step in the right direction. (Let it be known that I still hesitate to define myself as a feminist, unless with the further definition as one who “thinks women are people, too.”)
Jon Acuff’s Serious Wednesday post is definitely worth a read. Sometimes, I still feel like that kid that no one wants to play with.
I was talking with a classmate about our Biblical Theology class. And he told me that a grade in the high 80′s was good for this professor, which is around where my grade is. A small portion of me felt comforted by this statement, but most of me is still annoyed that I only have a B in the class, despite how much I’ve worked at it. I let myself feel pressured by the ThM requirements of a 3.5.
It is Wednesday. And on Monday after my evening class I’ll drive home. And on Tuesday morning, I’ll fly to Atlanta where I’ll have a glorious 3.5 days of freedom from seminary. (Minus the fact I will be working on Greek and writing a paper that week.) I’m planning on having dinner with a friend from Bible College the night I fly in, and I have my mentor and my favourite professor who are both going to be there. Can the week somehow speed up?
Now back to Greek. I have a quiz in 35 minutes, but I’m almost ready.
Last night, I had a real Friday night. I went with a friend to a movie at the local cheap theatre. We watched Inception and had a beer (it is one of those lovely theatres that serves food and alcohol). I don’t often get a Friday night, so it was really nice to go off campus and enjoy myself.
Tonight, we have considered going bouldering. Might it be that I could have a real weekend in the midst of homework and seminary? Hope springs eternal.
The semester is more than half over. Christmas break will be welcome, but I know I’ll be eager to get back to school, back to my friends here, back to the life I have created. And next semester, praise be, it looks like all of my classes will be in the afternoon, so I will be able to sleep in. Working so late at night, with morning classes, has not been good for me. With a lack of sleep, I tend to become the worst version of myself.
In other news, in a little more than a week, I will be in Atlanta for the annual ETS meeting. I can’t wait.
Last night, I had a near miss with a rabid raccoon.
Let me paint you the picture. It was 12:53am. My friends and I were studying in the piano room. One of my friends needed to use the washroom, which was open until 1am. We realized it was now or never, so we left our other friend to save the room for us (in case there were other crazy students up so late studying?). It was dark outside, the wind was blowing, and it was kind of creepy.
My friend kept looking over her shoulder, so I asked why she was doing that. Her response was that she was paranoid, and I, trying to be funny, asked if she was worried we would be attacked by a raccoon (there is at least one that wanders around campus at night). Only a few moments later, I heard a terrible hissing noise from a raccoon that I knew was only moments away from attacking us. In terror, I screamed, pushed my friend forward and commenced with my “I’m scared” dance of fear while running away from the raccoon. (You should really see the dance sometime; it is quite funny to behold.)
We hadn’t gone very far before my senses caught up with me, and I realized that the hissing noise was just leaves being blown across the walkway. We were both so stressed out from everything (including scaring ourselves silly from leaves), that we were nearly in hysterics for at least 10-15 minutes.
But really, we have seen raccoons on campus, and they are scary stuff.